Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.